"Huh!? Where did you go for a day, this guy? ”

Zhang Chi picked up the second dog from the ground, and just wanted to touch the hair or something, but found that this guy's belly was quite big, and he was round and obviously ate a lot of things.

"Where did you get a belly round?"

Zhang Chi said curiously to Ergou.

Meow! Meow! Meow!

The second dog meowed, and he didn't know whether to answer Zhang Chi's question or let him guess, anyway, he kept meowing.

Zhang Chi doesn't know how to talk cats, of course, he doesn't care too much about this, no matter where the second dog mixes a full belly, he saves trouble and money.

After stroking the second dog twice, Zhang Chi put the second dog on the ground.

Hearing the movement outside, he went out to take a look at Da Niu and Erhu, what Zhang Chi didn't expect was that the two guys also had round bellies and fluffy little bellies to eat rolling melon balls.

Even when Zhang Chi walked next to the two of them, the two guys just wagged their tails and didn't come over to rub Zhang Chi's legs as usual.

"It's strange that you're well fed."

Squatted to the side of the big cow and two tigers, brushed the dog's head a few times, and Zhang Chi went back to the house to cook.

After eating, he practiced the lasso for a while, and now Zhang Chi is much more energetic in practice, because he can see his own progress a little bit, and this interest naturally comes up.

Now Zhang Chi doesn't watch the video of the liar, if you have any experience or something, just ask Cannon for advice.

Zhang Chi can ask Cannon for advice not only on the lasso, but also on horseing, although Zhang Chi has also ridden horses before, but since seeing Merica's performance, he knows that his riding skills are also two knives, which is not worth mentioning.

It's not that the people who taught him before were not of high level, but people didn't expect him to be a rancher, they just taught him to ride a horse, and didn't think that he could sit on the back of a horse or even go to a calf.

If you have time, you will practice, Zhang Chi is still a baby who can endure hardships, and Chiyan Mountain is also very well trained, and the gelding's temper is also excellent, and he does not want to throw the master down at every turn, so Zhang Chi fell, but the number of falls is not much.

When it was time to say goodbye, Zhang Chi drove a pickup truck and rented a trailer to get back the bale machine he bought from Brother Xiaoma.

When I turned my head to 'return' the trailer, I took a trip to the supermarket to make a small purchase.

By the time Zhang Chi returned to the ranch, Cannon had already begun to work.

The machine was very useful, as long as the person drove it, the bales were transported to the back of the car, but Cannon alone could only let the bales be thrown into the bucket in disorder.

After Zhang Chi came back, Cannon asked Zhang Chi to start the machine, he stood in the back bucket to pick up the bales, and the manpower stacked the bales of straw, and after saving a cart, the two drove the car to the hay warehouse, and then unloaded the hay bales from the car, and stacked them neatly into the hay warehouse.

It's not tiring to drive, but it's not easy for people to stack bales in the back, so Zhang Chi and Cannon switched sides.

There are only two people in the small ranch, and they can't watch Cannon die of exhaustion with their hands.

The two of them were working here, and suddenly they heard someone next to them calling for themselves.

Zhang Chi looked up and found that it was his neighbor Seriel, the old man who was now riding on a horse, beckoning to him through the fence.

Zhang Chi waved his hand at him, a little far away, coupled with the sudden sound of the machine, Zhang Chi didn't hear what he said clearly for a while.

Selior shouted twice, only to realize that Zhang Chi didn't hear what he was saying clearly, so he waved his hand and gestured as he spoke.

Zhang Chi didn't figure it out, but Cannon, who was standing on the hopper, understood.

"BOSS, he's going to come and have a look".

"Huh? What's so nice about this" Zhang Chi was a little puzzled.

However, the neighbor wanted to come and see, and he could not turn him away, so he reached out and waved at Serol, signaling him to come.

Seliol dismounted and flipped straight over the fence.

There is no door between the two houses, and if you want the horse to come, you have to go around in a big circle, and besides, it's not so good that whoever will open a door in and out of the neighbor's fence.

Seeing Serol approaching, Zhang Chi stopped the machine.

Originally, I thought that Seliol might be curious about his machine, but who would have thought that people Selior cared about his pasture.

After coming in, he picked a piece of grass and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"George, the bearded grass on your ranch grows pretty well," Serol asked at Zhang Chi.

"It seems to be" Zhang Chi smiled 'honestly', which was considered to be an answer to Serol's question.

"How many bundles have you received?" Seliol looked at the half-filled back bucket and asked casually.

Zhang Chi replied: "Five or six carts have already been collected, and it is estimated that it will take some time to finish harvesting these pastures."

Seliol was actually curious about the grass in Zhang Chi's pasture, he estimated it in his heart, and felt that Zhang Chi's grass harvest this season was quite high, so he wanted to come over to investigate.

The grass in Zhang Chi's pasture grows fast, and the harvest is naturally more, there must be more than 100 bales of grass in an acre, and Zhang Chi has not calculated, but visually, the grass in an acre of land has to be about seven or eight tons, and there are about 20 bales of grass in a ton of pasture.

These are all Zhang Chi's own estimates, as for the specific number, he will not tell others, just roughly say the number, Selior is just his neighbor, not his boss.

"The price of forage has risen again, and now it's $220 a ton."

"Is it so expensive?"

Hearing this price, Zhang Chi was taken aback, and opened his mouth to ask, "Level 1?" ”

Seliol said: "Naturally, it is the first level, if it is the second or even the third level, everyone should not feed the cattle and just plant grass and sell it."

There are several grades of forage according to quality, and there are indicators for this thing, which are ADF (Acid Detergent Fiber), NDF (Neutral Detergent Fiber), DNFD (Digestible Neutral Detergent Fiber), CP (Crude Protein), DM (Dry Matter), TDN (Digestible Total Nutrient Content), RFV (Relative Feeding Value), DMI (Dry Matter Intake) and RFQ (Relative Forage Quality).

Each indicator has a certain scope requirement.

Let's not talk about the special grade, this thing is too demanding, and the general pasture is not used, and the market is mainly a first-class and second-class pasture.

But now the price of first-class forage has reached two hundred and twenty dollars, which is a bit staggering.

Besides, when is it, and it is not yet winter, and the price has risen like this, so that in winter, a ton of pasture grass must not rise to two hundred and fifty or sixty?

"Wasn't it one hundred and eighty-nine last month, why did it rise so fast?" Didn't Zhang Chi want to cover before, he asked the price at that time, and it was less than two hundred dollars, but now how long has it been, and it has risen to two hundred and twenty dollars.

Don't look at the small difference of tens of dollars per ton, a ton of forage cattle tastes like play, a cow can dry up 30 kilograms of forage in a day, you calculate how much forage thousands of cattle have to support in these dozens of days in winter.

In other words, if Zhang Chi feeds the current group of cattle with pure grass, he will have to support it with six or seven thousand dollars a day, otherwise his cattle will be hungry.

Serol came over and was actually calculating an account in his heart, wanting to see how much the grass in the neighbor's house could be worth, because Serol found that Zhang Chi's family collected much more grass than his family, and the weight of a bundle of grass was about the same, just looking at the number of bales on the ground, Serol felt that Zhang Chi's family collected at least half more grass than his family.

If the ranch is not sensitive to these things, then he must be a rancher who does not work seriously.

Come and see how much Zhang Chi's pasture is worth, which is also a small hobby of Seliol, of course, he also has to take a look at Zhang Chi and guess how much his neighbors can make this year.

It's just that no one can plant grass for him, and we have gourds in hand, and we don't need to care about how much grass other people have collected.

"There's grass for the winter," Serio said.

Zhang Chi replied: "There is still a lot of difference."

Saying this, Zhang Chi began to think about it in his heart, thinking about whether to increase his strength in two days and sprinkle more gourd syrup water.

At this price, Zhang Chi doesn't need to raise any cattle, isn't it more convenient to sell grass directly, and a ranch will have an income of hundreds of thousands of dollars a year just by selling pasture.

Selior came over with curiosity and wanted to explore Zhang Chi's tone, but unfortunately, Zhang Chi belongs to the kind of guy who is honest and treacherous, and his understanding of the idiom of wealth is much deeper than that of him as an American.

Seliol didn't expect Zhang Chi to tell him anything, as for the good growth of the pasture, if someone else has the ability or something is down, it doesn't have much to do with him.

So Serol chatted with Zhang Chi here for a few minutes, but didn't get any useful news, so he went back again.

Zhang Chi and Cannon naturally want to continue to work, so many bales of grass are not collected in the warehouse, waiting for the rain, so many days are not in vain.

While driving, Zhang Chi pondered in his heart, in the first year of his novice rancher, it was inevitable that he would lose a little bit of things, such as pasture, he didn't think about it, just thinking about saving a winter's rations for his cattle, and he didn't think of selling grass to the stubble, and now Serol came over to remind Zhang Chi.

Cannon, who was stacking bales on the back bucket, was also thinking about this, although he couldn't make any money on it, but if Zhang Chi, the boss, made money, then he could be regarded as having a stable job, right?

"Boss, we can harvest another crop of grass before winter."

The two of them put away another car, and when they returned to Curry, Cannon opened his mouth and said.

Zhang Chi snorted, but in his heart he was thinking: Collect one stubble, at least two stubble, your boss still owes money to the bank, these vampires are not a good thing.

Cannon didn't know that Zhang Chi was thinking about cheating.

After the two of them came to a word, they continued to work, and now neither of them had the strength to speak, and they were doing manual work.